p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"Mulan woke up with fuzzy eyesight. This wasn't the first time, however. She'd woken up with dust or sand in her eyes back on her days on the farm. But this was a different type of fuzz, it was a pain filled fuzz… of which she roughly became acquaintances with very quickly./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"She'd guessed that she'd only just woken up, judging by the very groggy sensation she was experiencing. Mulan slowly sat up on her elbows, meeting a little resistance, but not much. She slowly took in her surroundings. Lots of greenery, perhaps a forest. She reached out a little with the force and found a few birds and forest animals loitering nearby, waiting to eat her body. Mulan tried to stand up, but found a white hot burst of pain rush through her body. Looking down at her leg, she saw a very odd angle that her knee was bent at. /p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"emWell, that'd explain the pain. /emShe thought. Putting her survival cap on, she began to think. She'd need to splint her leg if she had any hope of getting medical help. Mulan looked around and saw a small pile of thin sticks nearby. She crawled forwards on her elbows and grabbed a few. She needed to reset her break and stabilise it as soon as possible. She knew it would hurt like fuck, but it needed sorting otherwise she'd be facing life long issues. /p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"emString, string… I need string… /emLooking around once more, no string was found. But she could just use her shoe lace, right? No, her string wasn't flexible enough to hold together a splint. It was just a piece of leather that had yet to be broken in. It'd only cause further damage… but it was her best option. Discarded and broken vines would just snap the second she applied any pressure to them. She bent over as much as she could and untied her shoes. /p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"Mulan took a deep breath and began to reset her break. Mulan actually had no idea how to fix a break, the breaks she'd sustained back home were all clean breaks and didn't need anything other than a splint for a few weeks./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"This was different./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"Mulan bit back a yell as the knee clicked into place. White hot pain rushed up her leg and into her head. She felt tears brew at her eyes, but blinked them away. She picked up the sticks and placed them either side of her leg, then tied them together with the leather string./p
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p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"She had no idea where she'd gone to in search for medial attention. All Mulan knew is it wasn't a place she was familiar with, it was an unknown area she'd visited with two other soldiers on a scouting mission. She thinks they were ambushed by bandits, but she's not sure.. The concussion and pain from her knee are making it hard to string coherent thoughts together. What she does know, is that the two other soldiers are dead though. If Mulan was alive enough to be sad, she would be. Except she was more concerned with keeping herself awake at the minute./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"Mulan heard a few twigs snapping just in front of her. It sounded like a heavy person, or lots of light people… if that made any sense? Her eyesight began to blur, and that was the only warning she received before her body gave into the pain and she passed out./p
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p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"Shang rushed into the medbay and was pleased to see the medic. "What's wrong with her?" He spat worriedly. Her skin was flushed pale with pink cheeks, pointing to exhaustion and infection. The medic wrote a few things down and faced the worried general. "From what I can see, she's got a grade three concussion and will need to be observed at all times for the next seventy-two hours, she's completely obliterated her kneecap and reopened her rib wound. My guesses are she'd crashed somewhere. I'm impressed she's lasted this long to be honest, sir." Shang moved his glare to the ancient medic. "And why is that?" The medic just tutted softly. He held up a picture of a curvaceous woman. "This is a normal female body, of about nineteen to twenty years of age, from what I can guess. This green here, is good. Everything is clear." /p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;""This helps why?" Shang snapped. He didn't have time to look at pictures. The medic pulled a picture from behind, roughly circled areas dotted the page. "This is hers. The orange areas are marked for mild concern and the red is major concern." Shang could see her head was highlighted red, her rib was highlighted red, and her leg was circled orange. "Those blue circles? Major infection." The medic finalised. "And what can be done to save her?" He asked, kinder than before. "Not much. She did an excellent job at resetting her knee, that just needs time to heal. Her head, so long as she's ok for the next three days, she should be ok from that as well. I've stitched her side up again, but she'll, or somebody, will need to apply this paste to it every five hours after bathing it thoroughly,"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"The medic took his leave after finishing up the paste and handing Shang a list of ingredients needed to make it, and how to make it. Shang stroked her hair as she lay sleeping. "I wish you'd be more careful," He whispered to her form./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"She'd guessed that she'd only just woken up, judging by the very groggy sensation she was experiencing. Mulan slowly sat up on her elbows, meeting a little resistance, but not much. She slowly took in her surroundings. Lots of greenery, perhaps a forest. She reached out a little with the force and found a few birds and forest animals loitering nearby, waiting to eat her body. Mulan tried to stand up, but found a white hot burst of pain rush through her body. Looking down at her leg, she saw a very odd angle that her knee was bent at. /p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"emWell, that'd explain the pain. /emShe thought. Putting her survival cap on, she began to think. She'd need to splint her leg if she had any hope of getting medical help. Mulan looked around and saw a small pile of thin sticks nearby. She crawled forwards on her elbows and grabbed a few. She needed to reset her break and stabilise it as soon as possible. She knew it would hurt like fuck, but it needed sorting otherwise she'd be facing life long issues. /p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"emString, string… I need string… /emLooking around once more, no string was found. But she could just use her shoe lace, right? No, her string wasn't flexible enough to hold together a splint. It was just a piece of leather that had yet to be broken in. It'd only cause further damage… but it was her best option. Discarded and broken vines would just snap the second she applied any pressure to them. She bent over as much as she could and untied her shoes. /p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"Mulan took a deep breath and began to reset her break. Mulan actually had no idea how to fix a break, the breaks she'd sustained back home were all clean breaks and didn't need anything other than a splint for a few weeks./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"This was different./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"Mulan bit back a yell as the knee clicked into place. White hot pain rushed up her leg and into her head. She felt tears brew at her eyes, but blinked them away. She picked up the sticks and placed them either side of her leg, then tied them together with the leather string./p
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p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"She had no idea where she'd gone to in search for medial attention. All Mulan knew is it wasn't a place she was familiar with, it was an unknown area she'd visited with two other soldiers on a scouting mission. She thinks they were ambushed by bandits, but she's not sure.. The concussion and pain from her knee are making it hard to string coherent thoughts together. What she does know, is that the two other soldiers are dead though. If Mulan was alive enough to be sad, she would be. Except she was more concerned with keeping herself awake at the minute./p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"Mulan heard a few twigs snapping just in front of her. It sounded like a heavy person, or lots of light people… if that made any sense? Her eyesight began to blur, and that was the only warning she received before her body gave into the pain and she passed out./p
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p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"Shang rushed into the medbay and was pleased to see the medic. "What's wrong with her?" He spat worriedly. Her skin was flushed pale with pink cheeks, pointing to exhaustion and infection. The medic wrote a few things down and faced the worried general. "From what I can see, she's got a grade three concussion and will need to be observed at all times for the next seventy-two hours, she's completely obliterated her kneecap and reopened her rib wound. My guesses are she'd crashed somewhere. I'm impressed she's lasted this long to be honest, sir." Shang moved his glare to the ancient medic. "And why is that?" The medic just tutted softly. He held up a picture of a curvaceous woman. "This is a normal female body, of about nineteen to twenty years of age, from what I can guess. This green here, is good. Everything is clear." /p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;""This helps why?" Shang snapped. He didn't have time to look at pictures. The medic pulled a picture from behind, roughly circled areas dotted the page. "This is hers. The orange areas are marked for mild concern and the red is major concern." Shang could see her head was highlighted red, her rib was highlighted red, and her leg was circled orange. "Those blue circles? Major infection." The medic finalised. "And what can be done to save her?" He asked, kinder than before. "Not much. She did an excellent job at resetting her knee, that just needs time to heal. Her head, so long as she's ok for the next three days, she should be ok from that as well. I've stitched her side up again, but she'll, or somebody, will need to apply this paste to it every five hours after bathing it thoroughly,"/p
p style="margin: 0px 0px 20.4px;"The medic took his leave after finishing up the paste and handing Shang a list of ingredients needed to make it, and how to make it. Shang stroked her hair as she lay sleeping. "I wish you'd be more careful," He whispered to her form./p